AWNYAH TODAYSAY
Ann living in the Republic of Ireland and it is not a good thing. We have now ratified the EU convention on the rights of people with disabilities, yet we failed in ratifying the optional protocol, allowing us ability to make complaints to the EU under the convention, with little facility to do so in our own country. We go unheard in every sense of the word. This is unjust and leaves us more vulnerable and open to abuses. We are suffering. I am suffering.

a few days after christmas, i can squarely say it wasnt much of a festive season for my twin sister and myself.
we are in Ireland.
the country is in crisis with an odd agenda of a small country being completely taken over by the powerful in Europe.
i wish to see us OUT of the EU and go the way of the scandinavian countries and also Iceland.

this is a view held by many and i believe the Irish are rising against what we now see is a tyranny on our small state.
we are but small and yet we think as if we are mighty, we are not. we will remain small by virtue of our position as a small island on the perifery of europe.
we have great talent, good ideas and fanstastic work force but we do not seem to flourish when on the land, we seem to do that once forced away from all we had known.
every single generation now has known emigration on a large scale.
ireland continues to have little to offer its young and educated.
this is the problem.

but on a personal level and it has to be personal for i am not in the main a polictical analysist, i see with my eyes, i feel with my soul and i endure it too as a disabled woman getting older, and doing so alone with my twin doing the same.
we are 'degenerating' aged 62yrs of age.
there are no supports for us.

the family in ireland as society is breaking down is also scattered, fractured and lost.
to us.
but many families now face the same.
many families do not support their own in time of need and some do not because they cannot afford to, cannot spare the emotional/psychological space because they had grown up in a dynamic of individualism and do not want to hear such words as 'sickness,' disability nor policies on disability, equality and disability and fairness nor do they want to hear that there is no effective public health service here.

we are told, if we go to a family gathering, do not talk on health matters.
i say inside 'well its still there, even if we do not talk about it, we still need help, still sick and never will we be getting better.'

the way ireland is going makes the vast majority of its people very frightened indeed of the future.
we have a large aging population, no health services, and now they speak of cutting the pensions, but if they do that i may as well just die.
would it be better to put me up against a wall and shoot me?
Why do they say they want to cut the state pension when our own government ministers and president earn more then the leaders of vast states, even our leader earns touching what President Obama does, we have a country of five million and he is on THAT wage and with all its pomp and glory too!
why not start where the money is?
why are they decimating the old, the vulnerable, the sick and those alone without support.
why do they do this and they have always done this.
france put up frames on benches to stop the homeless sleeping there.
they give or wanted to give yellow triangles for them.
we wanted to make these sort of portocabin makeshift homes on the skirts of dublin.
shove em anywhere but dont let the affluent or the middle class have to think on 'social concience' and the least well off.
in america its now a crime to feed the homeless and where is that lovely old ninety year old arrested for doing just this now?
anyone know?
the roma have been routed from a site in france.
the travellers from a site in the UK.

we claim, that is the world claims that these people, all these unfortunate people are 'wasters' and 'no good' forgetting that society is based on professional classes and these are the higher paid jobs so without the sick and the elderly and the homeless we would have none of the following jobs:
doctors
priests/ religious
therapists.
OT's
Physiotherapists.
researchers
economists
law reform.
equality law
all these sorts of careers which in their high paid capacity not only works for the poor, but benefits directly from the poor in the course of helping the poor.
this my friend is what society and collective concience is about.
to say in a blanket statement 'just hide them' or 'get rid of them' is denying where wealth is generated and experience gained and research into disease and aging helps so much in real terms in the long run and we can do all that we do, far better with the help of the professional classes.
many will improve quality of life.
many will have better health and care services and the list is endless.

in ireland for instance we are fast becoming a nation where no one wants to be doctors in.
this is our fault for falling to the burocrats in europe who say we have to stem the cost of our health care system, but what we did then was created no health system with a dire shortage of doctors and expertise.
my twin and i have personally been sent to the UK twice this year under government funding as rare disease individuals, being twins we can be useful in this regard.
but we are going to be sending more and more will be leaving, just to get help which we actually could provide if we allowed change to happen.

another act of complete stupidity was retaining the HSE in its present format and engaging 10% more managers to manage the health service.
well we know well its this class that cannot manage the services in the first place.
i give you a salutary tale where the HSE bought with funds from the exchequer a christmas tree for the grand sum of 2,500 euros and its now sits outside Limerick hospital and twinkles away.
this is a lotta money in Ireland which is so bereft of funds that people are going without proper wheelchairs.

they are giving out ones that are eleven years old and crash its clients into stone walls, because wheels fall off and the client bombs bang into a wall on her way to a neurologist.
the wheels were put on by the wrong bolts.
so between christmas trees and no medical services, we cannot function as a healthy nation.

we need to function!
equality allows all to offer their skills to the table.
one senior social worker, who has spoken in brussels is still a vibrant woman but because she has no transport and the transport grants have been stopped over two years ago, her skill, her training, her lecturing at the universities and other has come to a halt.
she is a wheelchair user. she doesnt drive.
therefore Ireland are losing a very talented, skilled doctor of philosophy who trained up its own social workers in the HSE when she was a well woman.

this sort of crass treatment and denial of her gifts is outrageous but what more for Ireland its an utter waste.
not to mention her sister who has her own skills to offer but right now too bloody depressed and too engaged fighting for very basics to live as a disabled woman, seemingly having the same rights as everyone else, but in fact doesnt.

this is called actually the class divide.
the Greek now have risen up, i hope Ireland does too, i hope we do it peacefully, cleanly and in my lifetime.
i hope the diaspora will support this irish rising, for we are on our knees.
i want out of Europe where strong forces are crushing us and crushing the individual here.
i want a small nation to act like a small nation and be satisfied we can do well with what we have now.
we cannot even hope to be anything other then a TINY country.
many countries still have never heard of us.
we are small.
i am ok about that.
i love ireland but not what is happening it right now.
i hate seen the struggle and depression in the vulnerable classes.
i hate it.
i would have thought by now Ireland would have been self sufficient, and caring nation for its own, its taking too long to get there.
but certainly i believe if we are outside the EU we can make a better go of it.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

it is the last post before christmas, or nearly.
today i received a letter from the HSe.
it was pretty much in the same vein as in 2013 when the last post produced a vicious letter from them.
i also got one on the first post of 2014 and i just wonder will i get one first post 2015.

i really do have issues around 'sensitivity' of the HSE and how they deal with sick people in Ireland.

this is not about health.
absolutely not about health at all.

I do understand that the HSe are capable of snooping into my blogs, in fact this is a directive of the HSE, do snoop and see what i am saying.

the callous disregard for patients, sick, disabled and elderly in Ireland is staggering, all from our Health Service Executive.

in other words the letter today told me to basically 'stuff my complaints against them, they have all been dealt with.'

i say, well in an investigative manner who dealt with them and who did they interview?

here is how it really works, an investigator can be the manager from the same area and same team manager of the same area and the same area managers i am complaining about.

so this is if you go onto their website the ability of the Irish to have Your say and complain is democratic right for us, but in fact you can have Your say, and then they will tell you 'stick it up your arse.'

for me, as a person wounded, hurt, traumatised in life and by sickness and disability i have an immense amount of common sense, intelligence, spirit and character. I will say to the HSE, when any of you get sick be prepared, you will be treated pretty much the same as you have treated me, especially if you need extreme care as an x-nurse who worked amongst you for over thirty years has and has been denied a medication to keep her alive. I do not refer to myself here, but another case placed in the media and common domain.

you are the most wonderful bunch of crooks and callous individuals i think i have even clapped eyes on, and i have only met this type in the caring, loving HSE, the awful awful system present in the wonderful saintly and scholarly shitty little country called Ireland.

what i also say to the HSe, many know you for what you are, its a game to you but serious for us.
we need you but you turn the other way with the budget concerns in one hand and the lawyers in the other.
but health is not one of the things you care a jot about.
I hope i live to see the day the HSE is disbanded, that the Irish, the good Irish will stand up and say 'enough is enough.' we deserve a good health care system for our citizens.

for those wounded, hurt and harmed and abused by the Health Service Executive, i have begun a solidarity page on Facebook called 'victims of the HSE.'
it will soon become a private page because its sensitive, and people there deserve that.
go on and join if you have a reason to, i am waiting to galvanise the troops, and help us help each other get through our lives in a vulnerable state but with strength and courage when we have to deal with our caring public health care representatives of the Irish State, free so they say from oppression, like hell we are free from oppression.

for the good in the state, a happy christmas and gather your wits about you for a gallumping new year, gather calm, peace, and rest for the rest is needed for the battles ahead, if you are a decent person in this state, stand up to the evils in it.

Monday, December 22, 2014

21st December 2014

US!

Christmas time.

Christmas is a funny time of year for me.It always has been.

I am an identical twin, i was supposed to be born
along with the sis on christmas day, but due to Mum being far too large and far
too tiny the gynaecologist of the day said he didnt think Mum should suffer
further.

He induced us.

She gave birth to two healthy (?) babies.We were over 6lbs each.

Ann and Margaret british museum, circa 2009.when i went to UK to see the specialist

Wrapped in cotton wool in 1952 on the 25th
November my mum was full of emotions.Firstly she didnt want girls she wanted boys, and as she told us later
in life she felt she was going to produce ‘monsters.’

We feel now maybe she wasn’t half wrong.

Everything seemed normal to all around us as tiny
twins.

But seven years on we found we were not.We were deafened by the viral contact
in the womn of German Measles, ‘rubella’ and so we are in fact Congenital
Rubella Syndrome Adults.

Rubella isnt well understood now as its been
deemed eradicated.

We did not have a good childhood.

Times were difficult, akin to what Ireland is
experiencing now but without much technology to lighten the load for my mother.

We also were from a priveledged background and
mymother and father had nothing
to show for that, simply because like every age, wealth is such a movable
thing.

It went.

Mum and Dad valued education and felt it was the
way forward for their children.We
were encouraged to be ‘achievers.’

All six children were individuals, very
forthright, strong and feisty.

We were no different in many ways but growing up
this took decades to actually surface.

We were deaf without hearing aids all our
childhood days and we were far more deaf than ever imagined.

With such deafness its astonishing i ever
completed schooling and come away with an honours leaving certificate.

Fast forward, i was a lonely child then and in
some ways remain so today.

I spent all my days in school either belting a
ball on the hockey pitch or crying in the library, but keeping away from other
children was my main aim in life. they terrorified me simply because at the age
of 57 i learned i had Asperger Syndrome.

i am outside St Toms' watching people come and go, hated the wards and the heat, over in UK for tests found - chronic muscle myopathy 2008

It shattered me during my journey in life,
unknowing all about why i was so unhappy and so different, i loathed myself. i succumbed to deep depression, binge
drinking and chronic years of self loathing and self injury.

Decades spent in and out of mental hospital and no
way getting further in life.

I was talented indeed and wrote childrens books,
some winning book design awards and two being made into mini slots for
children’s tv.This
childrens writing thing is not
unusual for people with Asperger Syndrome.

Also not unusual either, i was vulnerable and young for my age
and naieve.

I was sexually abused as a child and then again by
a Marianist Order priest, when i came into contract with the now deceased Larry
Hogan the singing layman of the 70’s.

Trapped in terror i amounted to little.

I spent all of my adult life struggling, in and
out of psychiatric hospitals. I lived in social housing far away from the
wealthy belt of Killiney where i grew up.

I had no friends and closed off from the world i
painted in a studio after which i walked miles around the areas where i grew
up.With many a dog in my life i
had these as complete and utter companions.

The family was never close . the meal on christmas
day in times past was enchanting and glittering.

It was a formal affair of upper middle class
standards.Some part of me lived
on that day in awe but in fear.

My christmas therefore is not that particularly
happy and drenched with memories for me.

My life was enveloped in fear.

Getting crohns disease and having surgery in 2002
was the turning point.

Thinking i would not get through this i chatted
with a psychiatrist at the hospital.

She found me engaging, intelligent and utterly
surprised at the medication i was on and also the amount.

When i nearly died from surgery i decided to get a
life.

I sold a family heirloom to the National Library
of Ireland and received E7,000 for these art journals of my great aunt ginnie.

Furthermore i didnt really understand my aunt and
the fact that the National Library had a considerable archive of hers there.

To my astonishment two members of the Library, the
director and another brought her whole lifes work to my social housing unit and
we poured over the archives all neatly conserved by the Library with tender
loving care.

My aunt was single, her name was Jeannie Conan.

I think she came to me at the right time.Also another famous Conan is a
relative, he is of course, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Three years of therapy, followed by an apology for
ever being in psychiatry i managed to quit the drugs, quit the self injury and
also quit the cigarettes and i can assure you, quite a feat.

The bigger feat being, i fought to join the world,
late yes, but surely did.

I experimented with clothes, and found my love of
dress and colour, i had always shorn my hair very short but now let it grow and
i experimented with my feminine side.

I loved it.

I felt attractive, i felt confident.

There was no going back.

Unfortunately just as my oil painting was coming
to a real maturity and i was exhibiting quite a bit, i became very ill indeed.

I forced the medics to have me sent to the UK to find
out what was wrong with me, i did considerable researc myself to find a point
that i could start on this particular journey as i studied my bloods as if i
was a research scientist.I
wouldnt have got this far if i had not done this.

Certain things have been discovered but now after
ten years i am closer to knowing than ever before.

I have recently returned from Newcastle UK where i
was under the great Prof. Chinnery and met also Dr. Grainne Gorman.

Us twins, yes both of us became ill roughly at the
same time are now wheelchair
users.

Circumstances in social housing changed and i was
persuaded to ask for rehousing due to my disablility but it turned out a
disaster and i was placed in danger.

Being shot at saw myself and my twin spend a very
difficult few years sourcing a place to live.

We had to move out of my county of my birth,
something asperger people do not cope well with.

The HSE Wicklow has not been good to me at all,
this is documented and can be verified.

We struggle here.

mags my identical twin exhausted, with my maggie mai, the twin got more than a shock and a bargain when she came home to Ireland. She is still in shock

When i think of my age and how little i have seen
of the world and also of Ireland and yet see how far i have come i struggle
with the idea of how to spend my dying days well.

To me its now a case of wanting badly to make up for
lost time.

Vicky Park, Hackney London

For someone lost entirely to life, only visiting
my twin in Hackney once a year and never leaving dun Laoghaire i have not
experienced that much.

My first overseas holiday was this year to
finland, following the experts at the Mitochondrial disease conference there,
for i was still attempting to find out what was wrong with me, that trip has
got me now on the brink of knowing.My first holiday being at the age of 62, effectively.

But what do i do with no money, very poor health,
no friends and an unsupportive family?I write to Santa.

I would love to see Ireland.All of it.

I dream of buying a camper van, or similar.

I dream of driving slowly and having a ball in
nature for truely nature is what has held me all this time.

I dream of having no more struggles to get the
health care needs met and i dream of some joy before i die.

Ah babe, i know you will be close to me in my sickness and poor health

when i got sick duchess was alive and stayed close to me too in my very poor health. All just never came near me.

I have no proper wheelchair and my van is dying.

I am too, i am dying of a rare, (seemingly it
could be rarer than i ever envisaged, after my last exit out of Ireland).

I need to move.

I want to get back to the county of my birth, Dun
Laoghaire and feel at peace.

2010 before i left my county we had wonderful snow. Here i am in the People's Park Dun Laoghaire, chihuahua safe from icy snow on poor little paws!

the Quickie Jive wheelchairwe feel would offer us everything when we decline further and presently. this is the model we fight for now, for the past three years and more

To me my end days should be fun.

Camper van.

A bungalow near my twin slap in Dun Laoghaire
where i should be, not here in Wicklow which i do not know and know no one and
havent settled well at all.

Christmas now is a few days away.

People are dreaming and planning their new year.

I am dreaming of planning a chance for a decade
(if god is willing and good) of fun and peace and joy, to experiement with
travel and just ‘be’ rather than ‘struggle to be.’

My life has panned out and potted out not well.

But i was always ready for the moment of getting into
a world i never understood and never will, i guess.

Nothing really stopsme.

But right now my dreams can never be fulfilled on
a disabilty pension and in a world where people are not as caring as say in my
mothers time or when i was younger either.

How can i became the princess of the cinderella story,
who will never marry a prince or wear that wee slipper?

My dream is to travel chariot style in a camper
van.

After all, i learnt to drive at 53years of age and
i now drive an adapted van, not many would do that.

I post this off now to one or two places, like
stuffing the Santa letter up the chimney to be found in a hundred years.

ana chi asleep!

Or place it in a good spot to be discovered and
realisation to begin to happen.

My dream realised.

With my dear twin and my dogs, will someone give
me a chance to have one decade out of maybe seven to be happy, free and loving
life.

Ok then the chimney i chose is yours.

I await but lets hope not for one hundred
years.Bones do not drive camper
vans well, nor does a skull have eyes to see.

Take care.

Ann kennedy

I live here because the sister who gave my mother
german measles and gave us rubella viral infection died prematurely and my dad
left us her house in dalkey.

She has through death given me a home.

Now i want my parents, my sister and my aunt to
rubber stamp my final wish.

Bless them.

Bless my twin, i love you so much.

Please allow a blessing for me this christmas.

If santa gets wifi where he is, he can find me on
my blog cos it looks like he is either about to read, has read or will not
read.HA.He can sleigh along and leave his
pressie via the comment box or PM.

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About Me

In a previous lifetime I was a graphic designer, illustrator, children's writer and animator and finally a painter. starting a second timespan as a disabled digital artist/photographerwith vast experience i am also an avid campaigner for better situations for all who are physically and psychologically challenged. Do not mess with AWNYAH